Aria Sinclair was physically fine. The doctor said she could be discharged that afternoon, but she didn't want to go home.
She didn't want to return to the house that brought her so much sorrow or face the people who caused her so much pain.
Her mind was a complete mess, and she had no idea how to deal with this awful situation.
Vincent Morgan understood her and completely respected her decision.
Worried she might get lost in her thoughts if left alone, he even brought his work to the hospital.
"Vincent, you should go to the office. Don't worry about me," Aria Sinclair said, watching her son sitting on the sofa with his laptop propped on his legs. He was staring down at the screen, and she worried he'd get uncomfortable holding that position for too long.
"Mom, I'm fine," Vincent Morgan said gently.
"Your neck is going to get sore later."
Vincent Morgan chuckled. "If it gets sore, I'll stop. I'm not a child."
"Alright." Aria Sinclair nodded. "Rest if you get tired."
